Anime Crossover: My Part-Time Job as a Giant of Light While Studying Abroad in Chiba

Those sharp eyes were fixed on Danji Rei and Yukinoshita, who were whispering to each other.

"The group sitting next to me over there!"

Diye Jin revealed a chilling smile, "While the whispers of youth are beautiful, in my world, only the voice answering questions is permitted! New transfer student! Since you're so energetic, then you answer!"

The chalk stubs flew like bullets.

Duan Zilian instinctively raised her hand and grabbed—smack!

Hold on tight.

The whole class let out a gasp of "Oh!"

"Oh? Not bad."

Di Yejin raised an eyebrow. "Then, please answer, what do you think was the strongest weapon humanity possessed in the desperate ancient times?"

Duan Zilian stood up with the chalk in her hand.

The excruciating pain in his back made him grimace, but as he looked into Di Yejin's fanatical eyes, the image of the leather-clad man kicking the monster away last night, and the giant of light he had seen in his dream, inexplicably flashed through his mind.

"...It's light, isn't it?"

He was stunned for a moment after saying those three words.

Light? Why this answer? He clearly wanted to say something more normal like "weapons" or "unity." But in that instant, the image that flashed through his mind had already chosen the answer for him.

"Light?"

Di Yejin's voice pulled him back to reality.

Duan Zilian snapped out of her daze, realizing what she had just said, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on her back—not from pain, but from panic.

He quickly shrugged and continued the conversation in a nonchalant tone:

"Uh... because I'm afraid of the dark."

A low chuckle rippled through the classroom.

“I used to be most afraid of the dark when the power went out. As long as there was light, even just the light of a flashlight, I would feel much more at ease. Didn’t human civilization develop because it gained light by lighting a fire?”

He nodded as he spoke, as if trying to convince himself that his explanation was reasonable.

After he finished speaking, the classroom was silent for two seconds.

Then--

"excellent!!!"

Di Yejin clapped his hands suddenly, the sound like a thunderclap in the quiet classroom.

"An excellent answer! Although simple, it is precisely because of its simplicity that it touches on the essence!"

He strode back to the podium, turned to face the class, and held up one finger:

"Humans feared the darkness, so they lit the first fire in the cave. Because of that fire, we were able to drive away wild beasts, endure the long night, and propagate civilization. Light—is not only a tool to dispel darkness, but it is the first cornerstone of humankind's journey from ignorance to reason!"

He paused, his gaze returning to Duan Zilian, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:

"Transfer student...your answer is very interesting."

Duan Zilian felt a little uneasy under his gaze and sat down awkwardly.

For some reason, he always felt that there was something else hidden in Di Yejin's eyes when he looked at him, besides approval—like surprise, or like confirming something.

"...Sit down."

Di Yejin looked away, picked up the chalk again, and continued drawing his abstract pyramid pattern on the blackboard.

"So, let's get back to the main topic. The ancient Egyptians' obsession with eternity—"

The class continued.

But Duan Zilian noticed something.

From that moment on, Di Yejin never called on him to answer any more questions.

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

"get out of class dismissed!"

With a wave of his hand, Di Yejin grabbed his lesson plan and strode out of the classroom without looking back, leaving behind a declaration that echoed in the corridor: "Remember! In this world, no one can stand at the top forever! Except for time—and the king who controls time!"

As the yellow figure disappeared, the tense atmosphere in the classroom instantly relaxed.

"Phew... I'm alive again."

Duan Zilian lay on the table, looking as if she had just run five kilometers.

Chapter 7 Kaguya-sama

The sky outside the window grew increasingly gloomy, with thick rain clouds obscuring the sunlight, making the classroom so dark it was almost suffocating.

On the podium, Hiratsuka Shizumasa was reading Natsume Soseki's "Kokoro".

She deliberately lowered her voice, and her calm tone, combined with the occasional rumble of thunder outside the window, was the most effective lullaby.

Duan Zilian lay slumped on the table, her eyelids as heavy as lead weights.

The fervor of Professor Diye Jin's class hadn't even faded yet when we suddenly switched to this dull modern literature; I guess this is what withdrawal symptoms are like.

He looked around and saw that a large portion of the classroom had collapsed.

Yui Yuigahama nodded like a chick pecking at rice; Tobe was drawing meaningless lines on a book with a pen, his eyes unfocused; Hayato Hayama and Yumiko Miura were still trying to maintain their composure as normal people, but their smiles had already stiffened.

As for Sakuta Azusagawa on the right, he has already entered the highest level of sleeping with his eyes open.

"...This is just everyday life."

Duan Zilian yawned. The matter of the faceless monster still hung over his head like a dark cloud, causing him to involuntarily think about it whenever he went to sleep.

But listening to Hiratsuka Shizuka reciting her pointless complaints from a hundred years ago, and looking at her classmates sleeping soundly around her, he felt a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time.

now it's right.

Time passed slowly.

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at the drowsy students below the stage, sighed helplessly, and glanced at the wall clock: "That's all for this class. get out of class dismissed! Also, the weather has been bad lately, so try not to go to the rooftop during lunch break, it's very windy."

—Ring ring ring ring!!

This time, the school bell rang even more pleasantly than the one from World History, which meant that lunch break had begun.

"Phew... I'm alive again."

Duan Zilian slumped in the chair; this tedious torment was even more unbearable than physical pain.

Sakuta Azusagawa stretched and said, "I almost died in Natsume Soseki's writing just now."

"Yes."

Duan Zilian chuckled wryly and rubbed his stomach. "But more than spiritual nourishment, I need real nourishment right now."

Duan Zilian glanced at the door and saw a large group of people rushing out of the classroom like a zombie apocalypse.

"Zichuan! Let's go! If we're late, there will only be red bean buns left!"

"Don't pull me... I have no prejudice against red bean buns..." The two rushed out of the classroom against the flow of people.

…………

"That's what you call... defeat."

Duan Zilian held a crumpled plastic bag in her hand, staring blankly ahead.

The red bean bread in the bag looked like it had expired three days and three nights ago.

"It wasn't just a defeat, it was a one-sided massacre."

Sakuta Azusagawa next to him wasn't much better off, holding a box of vegetable salad, which he called a "healthy light meal".

He sighed, "These days, girls fight for bread at the convenience store more fiercely than rugby players. What kind of power did that Miura Yumiko have just now... I felt like I was blasted away."

"That's a vitality field."

Duan Zilian tore open the packaging bag and took a bite of the red bean bread.

It's so dry, and there are hardly any red beans inside.

"Eating this stuff dry feels like it will seal your throat."

Duan Zilian pounded her chest in anguish: "I want to drink water, but there are too many people queuing at the vending machine."

"Then let's go over there."

Sakuta pointed to a connecting door at the end of the corridor: "Through this door, you'll find the old school buildings of Shuchiin Academy. Those vending machines over there are usually unused because that area is..."

"What? A haunted building?"

"No, it's a noble territory."

Sakuta shrugged. "The student council office is over there. Most students are afraid to go there because they're afraid of running into the student council members. After all, the atmosphere there... you know, it's completely out of place for ordinary people like us."

"At this moment, as long as I can get a sip of Coke, I would dare to venture into the underworld."

With a throbbing back, Duanzi Lian and Sakuta passed through the connecting door like refugees.

……

Just a door away, it felt like two different worlds.

The old school buildings here are so quiet they're like an art gallery.

The corridor floor was waxed and so shiny it reflected light, the windows were spotless, and there was even a faint aroma of fine black tea in the air.

"Even the air here costs money, right?"

Duan Zilian lowered her voice and complained, "I feel like I owe the Shinomiya Group money with every breath I take."

"Stop talking, there are vending machines over there."

Sakuta pointed to the corner.

The two had just walked up to the vending machine and hadn't even had a chance to take out their coins yet.

"The two over there."

A somber voice, as if it were rising from the ground, suddenly rang out from the shadows of the nearby stairs.

"Eating while walking is prohibited here. Also, the smell of red beans on you is wafting to the entrance of the student council office."

Duanzi Lian and Sakuta turned around at the same time.

At the top of the stairs sat a boy with long bangs, wearing headphones, and playing a handheld game.

His negative energy was as intense as that of Hachiman Hikigaya.

"Ah, it's Ishigami."

Sakuta seemed to recognize him and calmly greeted him, "It's still so gloomy. If I didn't look closely, I would have thought there was a mushroom growing on this staircase."

"Shut up, Azusagawa." Ishigami Yu didn't even look up, his fingers frantically pressing the buttons on the game console. "I'm in the middle of a life-or-death BOSS battle. If your nonsense causes my Game Over, I'll write a 3,000-word complaint and hand it over to the Disciplinary Committee."

"What a terrifying threat."

Duan Zilian raised an eyebrow. "But, Mushroom, we just want to buy a bottle of water to save our lives. Do we need a license to use these vending machines?"

"Nothing is needed, but luck is required."

Ishigami finally raised his head, revealing a dead fish eye. "That machine has been broken all morning. Teacher Diye kicked it just now and still couldn't fix it."

"..."

Duan Zilian looked at the machine in front of her and felt that her life had lost its color.

My back hurts, I'm eating dry bread, and I don't even have water to drink.

This is absolutely a curse.

Just then.

Da, da, da.

A rhythmic, crisp sound of leather shoes came from the depths of the corridor, each step extremely precise and elegant, as if stepping to the beat of a waltz.

Yu Ishigami instantly stuffed the game console into his pocket, sprang up from the stairs like a spring, stood ramrod straight, and the gloomy expression on his face instantly turned into respect.